Passion is more important than justice.

While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.

For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question "Who am I?" recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude. The bewildered soul can answer only: "Since I do not understand 'Who I am,' I only know what I am not." The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate. The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.

I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?